It's a familiar venue and many of the folks at ringside and I are acquainted. I am announced: "Introducing our home town girl, weighing in at 217 pounds, BIG MOMMMMA JOANNNNNNNIEEEEEEEE!!" I emerge from behind the curtain, in a light jog (if I can do anything lightly), high fiving, knuckle bumping and even occasionally hugging those that line the path to the ring. Finally making my way to the apron, I am up and into the ring, appearing much younger and lighter than I am. I take my corner, green kini definitely 10 pounds too small if not 15, my long brown hair loose. Barefoot, tanned and looking ready to rough some poor girl up!